Mother’s Day soon will be here again, Mine will be spent alone, without my friend. Dear Mother, I wish you were right here, What am I suppose to do at this time of year. No way for me to just call you on the phone, No way I can send you flowers or cologne. I can’t even get a kiss or a hug from you, Wanting again for us to talk things through. Long auburn hair, shiny and pretty to all, Lovely manicured fingernails I recall. The sweet smell of you, your style and grace, Your beautiful smile you cannot replace. I see all the pretty flowers I know you love, Other fond memories I don’t want to let go of. Your talent in the kitchen everyone knew about, Very quiet in nature there was never a doubt. You and I, laughing and talking on the phone, Mother, how I wish more love I had shown. How I wish I had known from the very start, All of these long years we would spend apart. I know you’re now in the heavens above, Reunited again with all the people you love. It really does help me to try to get through, But I can’t tell you how much I miss you. How I wish there was some magical way, For me now to give you just one bouquet. All filled with lovely roses and gardenias too, To get my Mother’s Day message through. I would throw the bouquet way up in the sky, Where the beautiful eagle and the angels fly, Angels would take it to you . . . so I could say, “I Love You, Have A Happy Mother’s Day.” © Brenda Sparkman April 30, 2005

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